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Jan 02. 2026
I am a collection of ghosts, once whole but now scattered. I dance in the morning light but vanish when the room grows dark. I have no life, yet I am made of it. I have no weight, but I can bury a memory.
Jan 02. 2026
I am a collection of ghosts, once whole but now scattered. I dance in the morning light but vanish when the room grows dark. I have no life, yet I am made of it. I have no weight, but I can bury a memory.